Not Ready
Niggas ain't back dooring us my nigga I got a k that'll take his top off
Mans them swear he has a team but I bet they won't even pop off
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
It's only big gas that I smoke
Pistol in my coat
Trip then ima blow
I cannot put trust in a bitch shorty give me spits then I gotta go
And nigga we ain't with the fades better bring a blade cause I got a scope
And we ran a train on yo bitch though that she was loyal but she just a hoe
My niggas pullup with them mops tucked with the glock looking for a soul
And these niggas all pussy don't play with me better go play with your rose
Nigga you know we ain't having it
Shout out my macs I ain't mac I'm immaculate
In the spot you know I brought the ratchet in
Gang no audience they get to clapping shit
They don't want smoke that nigga asthma hit
Bro got blixks see a lick told him pass the shit
She a leg I want spits you can have the bitch
Dressed in all black my gang looking like Africans
Give a fuck where I'm at I ain't tapping in
No new era they be on some capping shit
If we come to your party we crashing it
Scope on his head now that boy looking catholic
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
Mans them swear he has a team but I bet they won't even pop off
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
It's only big gas that I smoke
Pistol in my coat
Trip then ima blow
I cannot put trust in a bitch shorty give me spits then I gotta go
And nigga we ain't with the fades better bring a blade cause I got a scope
And we ran a train on yo bitch though that she was loyal but she just a hoe
My niggas pullup with them mops tucked with the glock looking for a soul
And these niggas all pussy don't play with me better go play with your rose
Nigga you know we ain't having it
Shout out my macs I ain't mac I'm immaculate
In the spot you know I brought the ratchet in
Gang no audience they get to clapping shit
They don't want smoke that nigga asthma hit
Bro got blixks see a lick told him pass the shit
She a leg I want spits you can have the bitch
Dressed in all black my gang looking like Africans
Give a fuck where I'm at I ain't tapping in
No new era they be on some capping shit
If we come to your party we crashing it
Scope on his head now that boy looking catholic
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
With the shits still not ready to die
Thought your home safe but we outside
Running in like a warrant no knocking doors
Need the rush you know we got the morgue
Been a plug got the cord
Without no patience that's what we got a doctor for
Stay clean but my arm dirty in the bronx gotta carry a
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Washington
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